High above
twisting.
corners cutting
infinity.
flitting, flapping-
flying.
teasing the clouds
and tearing them.
cleaving…
separately
in unison.
Up – Azure Sky
Down-Pure White
in between
is mine.
and yours too,
of course.
let us glide
and dive.
and ride some more
on winter’s breath
with hints of death…
from the frozen doom
play in the biggest room.
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